War Of The Flies
Yesterday I spent a good bit of time trying to calm the pupsters. Several big and buzzing flies got in to wreak havoc on my afternoon.
At this point, Charlie gets low to the floor and trots as fast as he can to the bedroom, as though a helicopter is flying low over him. Then he commences to scratching on a closet door until I get up and let him in one.
Charlie has lots of phobias. Most concern flying insects of any variety. Whether it be a big fly or a tiny gnat. Now Abi has taken up the phobia too.
Usually she's not a foot from me. But I realized I hadn't seen her in a bit, so got up from working on my computer to look for her.
This is how I found the pitiful creature...
Sitting in the dark in the bathtub. The last place I would look for her. A place both she and Charlie hate because it means bath time.
If there was a tornado in the area, Abi had it covered. She was in the best spot to not be blown away.
So I spent the afternoon with the zapper chasing the darned things. I got one. The other one managed to escape me.
Today this is where Charlie is. On the bed that is up against the wall, watching a squirrel that has been taunting him for days. (When he isn't running from flies).
Apparently the fly got out or hopefully died a long and particularly painful death, for all the trouble it caused me.
Now look at him. Full alert. Shaking with excitement. The squirrel is but a few feet from him, with a window separating them. It is digging in one of my flower pots for dropped sunflower seeds.
I need a dog whisperer. And somebody with better aim to chase those darned flies with the zapper. Someone who could do both would be fantastic.
So if you know of anyone with these skills, please let me know.
This would have to be a volunteer position. But I promise you hours of sitting on my lovely patio with the perfume of blooming flowers and all the coffee (or iced tea) you can drink.